Note: This is Kyle's first appearance in Tar Valon. He has arrived hoping to find his sister, Raemira, who thinks him dead. The log here is actually a culmination of three seperate rp sessions that link together.

Kyle
A slender, wirey build punctuates this man's quiet fluidity of movement, his manner that of one long used to making his stealthy way about city streets. Standing just a bit taller than average height, the man's stone-set expression is punctuated by square, chisled features and cold emerald-green eyes that rarely show any hint of warmth. This, if his looks are anything to judge by, is a man who has learned to live by the skin of his teeth, and has learned to do it alone. His hair, short-shorn at the sides and back, nonetheless remains boyishly tousled as unruly waves of ruddy russet and auburn obscure that oft-furrowed brow. Often the man can be seen annoyedly brushing these stray waves forward again when he directs his wary attention elsewhere. There is a cocky look to him, or perhaps more rightly, simply a sure confidence to him, his watchful gaze seeming to take in and file away whatever it comes across. Behind this though is a hint that rarely slips through -- a hint of something missing, of some long-distant hurt that he's buried and rufuses to acknowledge. He looks to be between forty and forty-five naming days.
Black breeches hug this man's muscular legs, tucked into sturdy black boots of the sort often found in more northern lands. A tunic of the same fabric wraps about his sinewy torso, billowing slightly as it falls about his arms. Thin cords of leather keep the fabric tight at the elbow and bicep, the ends knotted roughly . The hilt of a two-handed sword can be seen over his left shoulder, almost hidden amongst the folds of his cloak.

Adelina inclines her head slightly to Micana, "I am hoping you can. I recieved word that one of the men involved in the... attack at the Entertainer's Guild was captured."

Micana frowns slightly as the man starts to walk through the courtyard to the tower. Her voice rings out. "Stop, if you please. If you have business at the tower, would be happy to see if I could assist you in a moment."

Diarmait saunters into the courtyard, a pretty good ways behind the others. He is most definitely not a member of the noble court, by his dress and actions you can tell. He walks with an Illianers grace...or lack of it.

Lyren remainds silents, and to the careful observer, one might note he is making a point at not looking at anyone or anything in particular.

Kyle pauses in his trek toward the doors as a woman's voice rings out, and he turns, his sharp gaze looking at her askance before seeming satisfied to assent to her wishes. For now. His voice is a gravelly tone that speaks of long, harsh years, but it carries across the courtyard nonetheless. "I'm looking for Raemy-- er , Raemira. You know 'er?" Harsh perhaps, but it seems this man knows little other way to talk.

Marcus peeks through from the stables, watching the strange former-warder, he glances towards the other newcomers (OOC note: Dunno who Marcus is talking about, Kyle was never a Warder. ;)

Aedigar raises his eyebrow as Kyle calls the Amyrlin by name.

Adelina waits patiently, motioning Lyren a little closer to her.

Lyren inches closer to Adelina, shaking his head to himself.

Micana nods. "If you will give me your name, I shall take a message to her when I secort these in to see her. If you will be so kind as to wait here in the courtyard until I return or send someone for you, would be appreciated." She nods to Adelina. "You and one other if you please, and one retainer." She looks one more time around the courtyard until her glance rests on Aedigar. "Would you please, since novices are in class, take care of greeting people, asking what they may need, and having them wait until someone can help them.

Aedigar gets up and bows, "As you wish Keeper."

Aedigar stands and rises from the North Wall Bench.

Gould looks at the woman as he hears her title and looks over at her quietly.

"Kyle Birnoas," the grizzled man grumbles, his hands planted at his belt as he begins to pace the width of the steps. "She'll know t'name." Of this he seems abundantly sure, his emerald eyes -- strikingly similar to Raemira's, now that you mention it -- looking over Micana again.

Adelina glances at Nobreon and shrugs a small sorry, but her brother goes where she goes. Simple as that. She picks one of her guards, and then says to Nobreon, "I will see you later, Lord Nobreon." Then she moves toward the Keeper.

Nobreon raises an eyebrow at Adelina.

Gould nods at the Keeper.

Micana studies the man carefully, making note of his features one by one, then nods slightly. "That will be relayed to her. I do not know how long this business will take but will have someone come to you as soon as possible. If you wish refreshment, Aedigar will send one of the servants for some.

Aedigar goes over to Diarmait and gives him a slight bow, "If I may ask your name and what your business here is, I will make sure someone who can help you is notified."

Micana smiles faintly at Nobreon, knowing he will remember space constraints of the area he visited before.

Lyren looks from his sister to Micana, his face remaining impassive for the moment.

Diarmait watches the flurry of activity within the courtyard with a small amount of confusion, but he just keeps on watching, from his unobtrusive position.

"Ale," the man tosses out, scrubbing one hand absently through tousled, wavy hair. "An' she's my kin, you'd think she might hurry it up a bi'." Brows knitting, the man begins to agitatedly pace again, his cloak swirling behind him. It seems he's somewhat discomfited being here.

Micana heads toward the tower, leading the way. "I hope those in your party were alright from the fracus that errupted during the attack of the other night." She speaks in a low tone to just the woman as she holds the door open for them. Micana walks up the steps and goes through the main doors of the Tower. Micana has left.

Adelina walks up the steps and goes through the main doors of the Tower.

Lyren walks up the steps and goes through the main doors of the Tower.

Kyle's emerald eyes glance over the others in the Courtyard, before he strides toward the nearby fence to the Practice Yard. This he leans himself against, crossing his arms over his chest as he waits somewhat less than patiently.

(time passes)

Aedigar is standing at the bottom of the steps, watching the courtyard.

Micana comes out the tower and heads over toward Kyle. "I conveyed your message to the Amyrlin Seat, Raemira. She stated the person she knew by that name was dead, she saw him die with her own eyes.

Aedigar seems stunned by the Ke eper's words, although he hides it very quickly.

A fury of emotions take over Kyle's normally stony features, his jaw clamping shut in barely controlled frustration. "Bloody flamin' stupid woman!" The man grinds a fist into his hand, then regains a portion of his composure. He points a finger at Micana, his voice slow and steady. "You tell her... you tell her, mind! That I half expected she'd stay so blind. That iffin' I'm -NOT- her brother, then how do I know he 'died' protectin' his da's honour when she was eight and he was twelve! Hey?" Letting out an angry rush of air, he paces a bit, thumbs linked under his belt. "You tell her that! An' see what she says." He folds his arms, his emerald gaze fiercly determined. "I ain't survived Ebou Dar, an' come chasin 'er from the Borderlands to Mayene ta here without at least seein' the lass!"

Aedigar seems more stunned at Kyle's actions, and is a little slower at hiding them.

Micana calm yourself, sir. "I will relay your words one more time ..if ..she will hear me." She looks over toward Aedigar and murmurs to him. "The others who were here? Anything urgent or that I need to know about?

Ashlynn walks down the steps into the Courtyard, after pushing through the main doors of the Tower.

Aedigar shakes his head. "No, the Illianer said he was part of the noble's party and wouldn't say anymore."

Razzor walks in from the northwest e ntrance, watched closely by the Tower Guards.

Out of the Tower does the green sister come. Quietly do her azure eyes take in those about her. A brow lifts silently as she listens in, making her way toward a bench. Ashlynn smoothes over her skirts and takes a seat.

Aedigar finishes speaking to the Keeper before bowing to Ashlynn.

Kyle does indeed seem to be calm enough now, even if fire still rages behind those emerald eyes and his breaths come in deep exhalations. His arms remain crossed firmly over his chest, and the man rocks on his feet as he nods to the Keeper. "And iffin' she doesn't want to hear you, I'll write a note, an' another, an' another. I don't intend on leavin' before I see the lass, once an' for all."

Micana nods to the trainee as he responds to her question. She turns and with a faint smile, heads toward the tower, a brief glance resting on the man who leans against the wall to the practice yard and who is speaking so vehemently.

Micana walks up the steps and goes through the main doors of the Tower.

Aedigar remains standing where he is, at the bottom of the steps, and goes back to watching the courtyard.

Ashlynn sits quietly on the garden bench, her eyes oddly turned to the stars for a time, as if they would give answer to her thoughts.

Razzor enters the area scanning then at the level of those around...mostly on th e ladies part as if looking for someone in particular...

Razzor noting Ashlynn's dress he heads towards her...the closer he gets the slow er his gate and then stops a few feet short and bows respectfully..."Madam Sedai , I was summoned here by Ashlynn Sedai, know where I might find her?"

Aedigar splits his gaze between the newcomer and the volatile man leaning on the wall.

Ashlynn looks down from the stars, glancing to Razzor, a curious glance within h er eyes. She looks over his uniform, tilting her head a bit, "Good evening, guardsman." She speaks quietly, "I am Ashlynn Sedai."

Kyle has left off leaning against the wall, and now paces the length of the courtyard, often absently scrubbing one hand through his tousled hair. His face is set in a frown, his gaze set on the ground before his feet as he walks.

Ashlynn seems to cast a brow in Kyle's direction, her eyes fawning over him in a quiet manner, much like a Green looking for a new ward. Of course, that could just be Ashlynn. Her eyes go back to Razzor, looking him over quietly.

Razzor glances at the men present...then back to Ashlynn Sedai, "Madam Sedai, you asked me to come and speak with you in..." his volume lowers but his tone rema ins level and respectful, "regards to Accepted Nata..."

Ashlynn ahs silently, then motions to the bench she is sitting at, "Please take a seat" She murmurs

Kyle certainly moves with the fluid grace of one long used to a need for stealth, but the torn expression on his face would probably make any woman shy from him. He shifts his cloak on his back, sharp eyes gazing up at the Tower a moment as though trying to devine the conversation being held inside.

Razzor walks to the bench, after glancing to the warder he sits by Ashlynn... (Again, Kyle isn't a Warder. ;)

Micana walks down the steps into the Courtyard, after pushing through the main doors of the Tower.

Ashlynn sits with a TV guard, listening intently to his words. Occassionaly she nods her head, her features harden and some sort of encouragement is seen on her face.

Kyle's cat-like pacing about the courtyard comes to a halt as Micana emerges from the Tower. "An'?" he asks gruffly. "By yer looks I'm guessing she still claims I'm dead."

Nobreon walks down the steps into the Courtyard, after pushing through the main doors of the Tower.

Nobreon nods slightly to Micana as he makes his way out with the proper escort.

Ashlynn seems to lift a brow at Razzor's words, then murmurs darkly, "Continue" Whatever she's talking about, she's not happy.

Aedigar glances at Nobreon as he enters, not pleased that he entered the Tower after being told not to. ooc and not giving me a chance to try and stop him.

Micana walks toward the man in a brisk pace. "She did. Aes Sedai can not lie. She thinks the person going by the name you gave is dead. She declined to see you and has retired from her office duties for the evening.

Nobreon passes through the Alindrelle Gates under the watchful eyes of the Tower Guards.

Kyle thrusts his arms out to his sides. "Missy, do I -look- dead to you?" Grunting to himself, he abruptly pulls a many-times folded peice of parchment from his belt, and pushes it into Micana's hands. "Give 'er this then," he grunts. "You Tower people keep extra cots about 'er somethin?"

Micana looks down at the paper in her hands, "What is this, if I may ask?"

"Message," the man mutters dully, his calloused hands grasping his belt. "Maybe that'll convince her." His emerald eyes look Micana over a cautious moment, and he leans toward her to mutter to her as a scarred finger prods the parchment she holds. "There's no Aielmen in there ready to leap out at her, if that's what yer worrin' over."

Micana chuckles lightly "I did not expect it was." She tucks the paper in her pocket and gestures toward the gate. "Come, I'll treat you to an ale at Will's and we can talk. "

Aedigar watches the Keeper leave with the man, suprised that she's leaving with him. But then again, she is green...

Kyle's stony features can't stop the man's eyes from widening at the Keeper's suggestion, the only indication of his momentary surprise. Watching the woman with a narrowed gaze, the man's gravelly voice seems almost reluctant. "I's never one to turn down a drink," he finally says. Then, more subtly, "I gets the feelin' you believe my tale more'n my mutton-headed sister does."

Micana says "I lack information to know if you are who you say or not. And the means to prove such. However, I am one who will listen. I see you pacing around and tense looking and thought to put you more at ease, perhaps."

The shrug of Kyle's well-muscled shoulder and his bland expression says he accepts that explanation enough. "Hrmph. Well, mayhap I'll be able to convince t'woman by convincin' you." He pauses, his sliding gait having taken him to the midpoint between two gates. "I don't have the lay of the town yet. Which way're we goin'?"

Razzor glances at the inhabitants of the garden as he waits for the Aes Sedai's response this time...

Micana inclines her head toward Southharbor Gate. "That direction will eventually lead us there. It is a pleasant enough walk ordinarily."

Ashlynn inclines her head silently to Razzor, looking thoughtful,"I thank you for your information. The hour is growing late, and I must be off to my quarters before my Gaidin force me there'

[misc. travel deleted
Main Room, Will's Tavern: Tar Valon]

Micana opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.
Micana moves through the doorway. She slides the cloak off her shoulders as warmth of the room replaces the crisp autumn air.

Kyle walks in with you, and immediately heads for a corner table near the hearth. Pulling a chair from the table with his boot, he slides into his seat. "So. You known Raemy long?"

Micana raises one eyebrow slightly as she makes her way toward the table and watches the man sit, leaving her standing. A flicker of irritation in her green eyes is quickly repressed and she pulls a seat out from the table. A few silver coins drop to the tabletop from her outstretched hand. The faint ringing sound they make as they spin and roll seems as loud as the dropping of a heavily laden tray on a stone floor from the quickness of servers arriving to take orders. "Some time now. We were students together long ago adn as our studies progressessed, paths parted.

Kyle evidently isn't much of one for chivalry. The woman's not crippled, so obviously she can pull out her own chair. Interesting though... he seems reluctant to even look at you, as though reminded of some darkness from his past. Perhaps that's why he's so darned good at pushing people away. "Hrm. She ever mention her folks? Kin?"

Micana says "no. why don't you tell me. How old are you?" She speaks as the requested ale is set on the table. She leans back in her chair in a way which indicates she is familiar and relaxed in such surroundings as much as she was in her own more formal office. "Tell me about yourself.""

Kyle's calloused hand reaches for the alemug that is set before him, and he cocks the beverage at you in a sort of salute, his green gaze warily on yours. "You realize I'm only agreein' to tell ya all this stuff because a' Raemy." The man straightens, loosening his cloak to let it flop over the back of his chair. One elbow plants itself on the table. Seems he's never had much use for manners, either. "An' since you ask, I've seen forty-four naming days. Raemira's then seen forty."

Micana folds her hands together and props them on the table, her fingers move absently to push a few grains of coarse salt around and investigate the latest initial carved in the surface. She tilts her head, both watching the man and listening. "That is something easily enough discovered."

(OOC: Micana had to go at this point)

The two talk well into the evening, and Kyle does show enough consideration to walk the woman back to the Tower gates before heading out to find his own place to bunk down for the night. After all, he's got a busy day tomorrow, full of badgering Towerfolk to see Raemira.

Micana comes down the stairs from the upper level, the flowing material of her skirt making a silken whisper as she moves along. She seems to sniff the fragrance in the air drifting through the archwat to the common wing. "Good morning"

Aedigar decides he might as well respond to Micana, so he turns and replies, "Good morn to you Keeper." before heading on his way.

Kyle's lifeless green eyes blink to adjust to the dim light within the Tower as he enters, his black cloak swirling in the light autumn breeze blowning in from the doorway. The man begins to head for the stairs, but pauses as he notices Micana standing nearby. "You again," he mutters, not altogether unkindly. Green eyes watch the Aes Sedai studiously as she approaches, and he nods briefly in her direction. "Mornin'."

Micana looka about for an Accepted, guard or Novice who should be accompanying the man and shakes her head slightly. "Tsk Tsk. You are getting adept at this. Has anyone told you the usual proceedure for petitioning the Amyriln Seat?

"No," the man replies bewilderedly, his brows furrowed. "I've no need ta see the Amyrlin. Jes' want to see Raemira."

Micana says "That is who she is." She speaks bluntly. "you have not given me enough information to decide what to do with you since the one you claim to know is persistant in stating the one she used to know with the same name is dead."

The man blinks at Micana, then blinks again. Once he gets his mind around the fact that his sister -- at least, he says she's his sister -- is the Amyrlin Seat, he lets out a slow breath and runs a calloused hand through tousled auburn hair. His voice can be heard low, more to himself than anyone else. "Now what in bloody blazes was she doing, gettin' herself made Amyrlin?!" Bringing himself back to the present with a narrowed gaze to Micana, he spreads his hands. "Not much I can tell ya, missy. I dunno if I was really dead then or not. I don't remember what happened, a'course. Beyond waking in the Wise Woman's house, that is." A determined look comes to the set of his chin. "So. The procedure then? For seein' the Amyrlin? If I can't see her as her brother, I can see her as a nobody."

Aedigar wanders into the Entrance Hall of the Tower from the Common Hall.

Micana speaks calmly. "Kyle...I believe you said your name is." Green eyes focus on the man's face and mouth as he speaks. "One may leave a note and request she see you, but that does not mean the request will be granted. There are things which would require clarification. Mother obviously believes her brother very dead, having seen him killed and buried. For you to turn up now with such a concoction of a tale stresses belief. You are thought an imposter. If you truely are a relative, you should know or remember enough details to prove your identity.

"BURIED?!" Kyle's expression couldn't be any more shocked. "Now missy, there's no way she saw me buried, 'cause it just never happened. Yester' when I came," he continues smoothly, "You told me she said me dead, but never mentioned buryin'. I remmeber details all right." The man plants a fist on his belt, his features now levelled back to that calm expression of confidence and ... a bit of weariness. "I could tell ya stories about your Amyrlin Seat that'd have you in stitches. But them's for her ears. I'm not about to undermine her, if she's really the Amyrlin now. I's also gots the scar from the sword she says kills me. I can give her details of how it happened. Where we lived. Who our parents were. Sisters. Everything."

Aedigar looks at the Keeper and the semi-stranger, wondering exactly who he is. Aed finally decides he shouldn't interfere and heads for the courtyard.

Micana looks at Kyle carefully, noting points of similarity. "I can make no guarrentees but will let her know what you said. If will not help you to try to force your way in to see her. If you persist in that, likely you will see the inside of a cell or be barred from the tower totally.

Kyle lets out a laugh at that, tossing back his head. On him, it seems strange; a laugh doesn't seem to belong on him. It'd belong more on a stone than on this man. Still, he chuckles and casts Micana a rare, amused smile. "Missy, if I'd been tryin' to 'force' my way in here, you'd know it. I ain't been doing any such thing."

A small dimple pops into view and disappears as Micana smiles. "I understand. You must forgive my less than tactful wording, but some who are barred entry leave and return to try to do such. Micana says "what made you disappear so long without telling any you were alive?"

Kyle gives Micana a cold look at that, though it seems more from the memory than directed specifically at her. "I didn't disappear," he says flatly, an edge to his voice. "-They- did."

Micana says "they disappeared?"

An eyebrow raises as Micana repeats Kyles' words. "They moved away so soon after that happened?

Aedigar walks into the Entrance Hall of the Tower from the Courtyard.

Kyle nods shortly, leaning his lithe frame fluidly against the wall. "Ayep. Woke up, and they was gone. House was empty, and no word to anyone to where. I didn't bother looking for them then. They pushed off on account'a my having failed them, and no wonder." He shrugs a shoulder then, appearing diffident, though his eyes tell an entirely different story.

Micana reaches out to rest one hand on the man's upper arm in a gesture of sympathy though her eyes seem to assess the veracity of his words. "Mother believes what she stated. She can not lie. I will try to get her to see you, do not know if it would be successful. I will send you a note telling you of her response if you will let me know where to send it."

Micana turns to face Aedigar. Her tone of voice is pleasant as she speaks. "Is there something which requires my atention?

Aedigar bows to Micana, "Yes Keeper. This girl here, Shalyn *gesture*, says she has come here to seek sanctuary."

Shalyn adjusts her pack strap nervously while nodding to the Aes Sedai

Micana looks from Shalyn to Aedigar and back. Her glance assesses her steadily, then moves to the girl who is speaking with Verdani. "Verdani, would you please escort these two up to Lanta's office. I will be up there shortly.

Kyle has been watching the exchange all this time, his emerald eyes glancing between the women. He almost would appear bored, given that relaxed stance and those expressionless features, until one realizes the relaxation is more of a readiness and the expressionless is more of a mask that doesn't quite cover a sharp gaze. Folding his arms over his chest, the man impassively waits.

Micana murmurs quietly to Aedigar then turns to follow the others up the ramp. "Kyle, Aedigar will help you get a meal and talk with you a bit while I finish up some jobs that must be done adn wait for a time I can see Mother.

Aedigar bows to Micana, "As you say Micana Sedai." He turns to Kyle and gestures to the common wing. (repose)